We write poetry
sometimes.
Friday, October 15, 2010
A Childish Thing
She made him tie her shoes
She made him regress back to innocence
“One day,” she whispered,
"I’ll let you know the colors I dream in.”
He held her hand
A childish thing, really
Going back to the lack they both felt
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